once upon a time we used to count stars on a clear night the street lights have made it hard to see you say there's magic in the drowned out constellations won't you make it magical for me when we're drifiting through the chaos of the city you're only looking straight ahead i wanna stop to take a picture of the skyline you would rather burn it down instead
[chorus] can i hold the weight of your mind can i have a taste of your mind can i climb the hill of you mind can i learn the ways of your mind can i buy the weight of your mind can i try a piece of your mind can i see the whole of your mind can i see the hole in your mind
i try to understand that blankness is a blessing even though it doesn't seem to be you watch the passion with the wonder of a stranger won't you make it wonderful for me when we're passing through equations of disaster i subtract myself from what I see you say there's beauty in the nature of the nightmare can't you make it beautiful for me